Michael Coy Poet Villanelle

June Villanelle

The apple blossom blooms in May: 
that's when I first said, with a sigh, 
"I love you, but I don't know why." 

Each seed its season, dog its day, 
the law of life from up on high. 
The apple blossom blooms in May. 

I know you'd thank me not to say, 
with trembling hand and burning eye, 
"I love you," - but I don't know why. 

Though Spring is now a year away, 
I long to see those long months fly, 
till apple blossom blooms in May. 

I can't say why I feel this way, 
no reason see, or sense descry: 
I love you, but I don't know why. 

I don't know why the petals fly, 
or why, though it's ordained to die, 
the apple blossom blooms in May. 

I love you, but I don't know why.

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